Deathbe

Also action and Romance.Deathbe Alone, was her taken name and she's never regreted a single moment since then. Raised as a very violent and some how naive huntress, she's spent most of her life underground with her four protective, and beastly older sisters. Each who were raised by their equally violent and clueless father. BUt now it seems, while hunting the terrrifying stratagorii-(the blood drinkers)- a portal to above ground has opened. How will Deathbe handle life on the surface. And what about the monsters struggling under ground. HAs Deathbe just, unwittingly unleashed a plague of torment in the unsuspecting top-goers? And what will she do about the monsters here?
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The light is always dim, my daughters. It is in troubled
times, we ourselves must shine.

Deathbe always remembered her fathers words whenever she was
chasing a monster. When her body wasn't 100 percent her own, when
it was given over to the pure instinct of the hunt and her mind
was some where above her self. It was always those words that she
remebered. Now, chasing the stratagorri beneath the pipes, while
the dull glare of the councills flurescent lights shone on her
eyes, those words rang in her ears. "Sister!" She ducked
instinctively, narrowly missing the hunk of rotted flesh that had
been thrown back at her. She scowled, her brow furrowing with
disgust. She knew, if she turned, she would see the exact same
expression on her sisters face. The stratagorri, the red eyed
blood drinkers to which she and her sisters had dedicated their
lives to exterminating. Were a disgusting, corpse like breed of
near immortals. They were awesomely fast, amazingly strong and
their fangs and claws were poison to the touch. Besides that,
their only weaknesses were light, fire and a well placed blade.
Since they lived under ground, they only had two out of three,
but it would be enough.

"Watch it!" Desolation called out to her. She moved like she had
been trained to move. At the oppurtune moment, using the most
minimal amont of force nessecary. She dodged the smoking severed
hand, it passing only a hairs breath in front of her face. She
recognised it from it's previous owner and grit her teeth. "Des!"
She called out, her feet still moving even as her mind spiralled.

"Yeah, what is it?" Desolation Blaze was the oldest of her
sisters and the most irritable. In a hunt though, she was the
most likely to die fighting with you. She came around the bend a
moment after Deathbe, but it only took a moment for her to
recognise the stinking piece of flesh on the ground. She swiped
it up using a piece of cloth from inside her leather jerkin and
carried on, with out pausing. Deathbe didn't look back to see the
darkening expression on her sisters face.She already knew what it
looked like and it suited her name well.Already she could picture
the hollow eyes, two pits of perfect darkness. And the taut
spiralling fury in her chek bones and the set of her jaw. They
carried on, each of them alternatly increasing their pace.
Feeding off each others darknes. Until they finally caught up
with the creatures. Their were three of them. And in the cross
roads of the underground, under the pale glear of the lights,
their oily white skin glistened like wet leather. Their dull red
eyes did not gleam, they only time they did that was when their
blood lust was momentarilly sated. Both sisters felt for their
swords as they readied their attack. The three stratagorri looked
at them, their gaping maws hanging open to reveal sharp needle
like teeth. The two longest fangs, nearly a foot long, and
protruding over their bottom lip. The two sisters looked at them,
their faces a mixture of fury and horror. Trailing form one of
the creatures mouths was definately a finger bone. The sisters
withdrew their blade. Deathbe held the sliver of night known as
Azrael and her sister, it's twin, Abbadon. Their faces slowly
degenerated into a fascade of utmost calm. The sound of their
blades being unsheathed severed the building tensions.

The stratagorri were the first to move.

Just like the sisters who now faced them, the stratagorii moved
and fought as a single unit. Thrashing and hacking like diffent
part of a machine, the sisters reacted in turn. Hacking at any
part that wasn't one of them.

"Sister! This is sport. I want them to suffer but..." Deathbe
said slashing of one staratagorii's hand. It howled in pain.

"...They are a pitifull excuse for enemies. Iknow sister." Des
respnded, delivering a sharp kick to the chest that sent one
flailing. THe two sister saw their chance and sent their blades
clashing together, so they caught each other on the blades edge.
Right in the middle of one of the stratagorri's neck. The
creature fell to it's kness, and then dissapeared. Becoming a
shining glittering mass of rainbows and star dust.

Only in death are they beautifull. This fact, strenghtens our
resolve in our ways. It proves to us that by killing them, we are
adding beauty to the world.

These words were also her fathers and she focused on them as she
cornored the last creature. It did not crouch in a corner or
weep. That perhaps, was the only admirable thing about the
monster. The fact that it was either to stupid or proud to beg
for it's pitifull existance was the only thing that made it a
worth while opponent. Still, she ended the duel with one well
placed swipe and the monsters head rolled off its body and it
turned into glitter. She looked over at her sister who was by
now, replacing the creatures glittery remains into a long glass
vial. Deathbe nodded and walked home by her self. It was a boring
and arduos thing, gathering enough glitter to perform the
vengence ceremony if any one was killed in the attack. And though
Deathbe regarded her traditions with utmost respect, shefelt
really creeped out by the vengence ceremony.. It had always been
said that if thevengence ceremony wasn't carried out, in which
the killers remnants are given to the angry and wronged spirits
of the dead, theirghosts would hang around.Slowly depreciataing
and sickening the entire city.She shuddered at the thought.

Just then-

"HEYHOLDIT!ITHINKWE"VEHITSOMETHING?!"

The groind above her shook wildly and suddenly the walls were
moving towards her. She ran. Fast. But the ground was faster, so
she narrowly escaped the tubmling debree. "What is this?" She
thought, her feet making short thuds on the uneven ground. And
then she tripped. And every thing went dark.

"How is she doctor?"
"Fine.Amazing actuallly. And it seems she was found near route
twenty nine. They were building a new pipe system. I wonder how
she got down there? Huh?"

"Probably just another stray." The
speaker was a tall man, dressed expensively and wearing an
expression that was neither friendly nor hostlie. He stood
absolutely still as he examined this new patient. She was tall
and leanly built, every inch cord like muscle under brown skin.
Her dark hair was not the model brunnete he preffered on woman,
rather it was a dark mud like brown that was cut short. Kind of
like a dogs. He smiled inwardly at his own joke. She was not
unfortunate looking, he supposed. But she was nothing to rival
the beauties he associated with. He wondered what LEttermans
particular intrest was with this girl. Surely his tastes havn't
receeded that far, yes?

"So you are here to pick her up, as a
n older brother yes? Well, that's fine. I'll just need some I-D
and I have some papers you can sign." THe doctor toddled off
happily oblivious to the vampire he had jsut left alone. Seiri
really pitied mortals like that. HE turned around to see the
girls eyes had opened and she was staring right at him. HEr eyes
were violet. Dark and blazing.

"Who are you."She sat up and
stretched. "You smell funny"

How rude. "It must be my cologne,"
Seiri said siting down on the bed. HE put in place the smile he
always wore when dealing with females. One of polite, sincere
intrest and charming innocence.

Deathbe wasn't fooled. Instead she
grabbed his hair, which he had spiked that morning wih gel and
pulled him to her so their eyes were level. "But you smell really
suspicous." Then she licked his face.

"Ugh!What the-" He didn't finish his
sentence before she had landed a punch to his perfect face. She
leapt out of bed, in only a hospital gown and spat at him.

"Startagorri!" What the hell, have I
got myself into? Seiri thought diving behind a table